You were rough and cold
But you licked my wounds dry

Never once I walked away
But you still said goodbye

If you needed something
Only then would you try

When there was something I needed
You said in reply

"I'll get it tomorrow! Promise!"
Or
"Without it, you won't die."

You shamed my questions
So I stopped asking why

But it turns out
That night
When I made you
A grown man
Cry

I knew I'd won
So I said back
What you'd so many times said to me
"Lay down
Die."